Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.